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Monkeys were never us;
our entrance is more than theory.
I came standing erect and complete.
The dust was to indulge (except of the tree)
in the place provided, where the voice walked
in the cool of the day.

Leopards and lambs,
like Puppy Yellow
and the calico moving balls of yarn;
the fallen, like a snake,
wooed the woman that queried
and she went away towing her husband.

I am out of character, image,
likeness of the Divine
whose flood sculpted mountains and isles,
there, dividing men
and painted them
in new colors with freezing fingers.

Sasquatch, your blurred trace,
speaks loud of the instrument now used.
Of me Ibrahim was assured.
The pyramids are mathematics the God teaches;
their wisdom raised the boulders
(the two Gods that share the Spirit).
I mosey through a sea to be here;
this point where they are history?

Monkeys were never us. If so,
who limits the fruition? I still see them
tree-hopping.
I am Enoch walking with him,
lodging far afield the daughters of men.
I occur with an enormous bang
far superior to a hypothesis.

The Music Of Poetry

Amid life’s social melodies
from criterion deep and high
beat internal rhythmic memories
of breath’s first living sigh.

Within youth’s mental progress
lie stagnant childhood needs
in an age unwilling to confess
that the child inside bleeds.

And so a life’s beliefs converge
with those of its favoured peers
until an adult clone can emerge
to hide naïve young fears.

The secret act is blindly done
bias turns to something more
until bigotry has deftly won
leaving thought no options to explore.

Musical tastes are not immune
yet, within classical themes lie
a favourite hard rock tune
that opens a memory’s eye.

Still the soul cannot sing
until the child inside can portray
that thoughts in depth to poetry cling
and in the music a free child can play!

sonofadam

Weave a path into the stream.
Hypnotise the stream with the rhythms of your gait.
You become the water in it's essence,
experience your limits as the part is to the whole.
Hologrammatica.
Where the elements meet,
Your tears cry into Yourself,
You cry into the air,
and I meet You again.

I walk to a hilltop in the deepest part of night.
Saturate my being with the dark violet petals of air,
breathe myself out to it.
That chill defines the stream,
as the wet defines the cup of heaven,
and You meet me again.

We dance with the moon.
Lilt and sway in unison and in time.
I cause You to trough and froth where the ocean meets solid ground.
You wave joyously into me.
Rise, fall, rage, wave.
And I meet You again.

Imagine the world without the Candle Christ
The candle symbolizing Jesus – his love and sacrifice
The little King in a manger came to save all of those
His children from the beginning of time he had chose

Imagine the world without that Christ candle
It would be like a lantern without its handle
He brought the lights of Hope, Peace, Joy and Love
Which are all gifts from our Heavenly Father above

But the greatest gift even more then all these
Is the promised gift of eternal life if we but believe
For in that sacrifice He took all our sins away
If we ask for forgiveness – our debt is already paid

So this Christmas as you celebrate the birth
Of that baby born 2,000 years ago on this earth
The lights of Hope, Peace, Joy and Love shine bright
And the love of God and his Spirit guide our life

we can be very deep inside , and with me , its what I have self taught myself from my own lifes journey , and my ability to see the other side or the iside and think of us befor this life and after , who have we been , and grown from this life and many others .. am I who I am or are I someone else .. do my dreams of past lives and living in them carry what I feel in this life , was I hurt , did I not understand , did I come here this time to give myself an answer ..

Oh patriot angel,
Please sing to me,
Our Lord Jesus in heaven,
And holy spirit of trinity.
Pawn of evil,
Shadow of darkness,
Dont praise to me,
Your dedication to the Devil.
God of Isreal who is my Master,
Will lead my soul to peace,
For I who follow my Lordship,
Will I be with Him.
Choose now your destiny,
Forsake lust and adultery,
Credit your sins that are many,
For the overflowing love of Almighty.
Woe your form of charity,
Pride and greed shall come to pass,
But you shall lose everything,
And your living soul ;He shall take last !

What is faith? One would ask...
On what does one have to focus
Or believe to have faith? 'Cos no matter
What happens, the end will be good!
For I see the rapture of my soul
Above my neighbour or the passer by!

My God so true and loving to me
Makes me see the brighter side!
The light in the darkness, inspires me
To have the faith of salvation so true!
So no matter what, death or destruction
Boldly would I face, with the Shield of Faith!

When all the world is so unsure of life
When no one is anywhere near or dear!
When all dreams are but awash for awhile
All I have, is my faith to assure!
So, I wear my faith as a shield to protect me
From the snares of the wicked and the Devil!

May you all walk the path of life with Jesus


Walk the Path with Jesus

Walk the path with Jesus is the only way to go
You’ll see a bright tomorrow
You’ll see the heavens glow
Trust in Jesus Christ the savior of man kind
The darkness then will fade away
If you just kneel down and pray
The sun will shine from heaven
You will have a brighter day
Put your trust in Jesus he’s not that far away
There may be sad tomorrow
But the sun will always shine
If you walk the path with Jesus Christ the savior of man kind

Written by Dorothy Calvert
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I had a broken wing and couldn’t fly.
My spirit was so wounded I didn’t want to try.

But helplessly I fluttered trying to take flight.
If I couldn’t fly again, I knew I’d lose the fight.

Then someone came along who said He’d be my friend.
He was the great healer called the "Son of Man."

He told me if I’d trust in Him, He could make my fly;
And fix my broken wing, so I would never die.

I asked the cost I had to pay for doing this for me;
He said there is no price for grace, it was given free.

Because of His great mercy, He was called a "King,"
And only came to save me, and fix my broken wing.



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For the resurrection is now.
For Jesus is risen.
He has risen from the tomb.
In order to say you are washed
of your sins this very day.
In God's special way.
Today get down on your knees
and pray thank you for giving
salvation to the world.
Through you and by you we are
washed as clean as snow.
Lord thank you for this day.
It is special in every way.
It makes me remember what He
did for me so i could be set free.
Thank you Lord for all that you
have done for me each and every
day i am free.
I give you honor and glory
A M E N .